Peach Kisses Novels & Stories

Peach can't help the moan that wanting to get out of her lips. "Ohhh...." Peach bite her lower lip when Prince Caspian bite her neck. Peach's hands is on the hem of Prince Caspian's leather jacket. She wanted to stop him-- "d--dont stop! Oh!" --or maybe not. Prince Caspian's hot kisses trail from her collar bone to the neck up to her jaw and to her cheeks, slowly getting closet to the lips until he finally found her lips again. "You don't realize the power they have

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

Waves lapped at our feet as he pulled me further into his lap to kiss me again I wanted to kiss him for eternity with just the sun and the waves as the world. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured reverently, taking a strand of hair and tucking it carefully behind my ear. “So are you,” I replied, blushing. I wished my words were better, but they were still true. His chest was hot and smooth against my bare arms as he pulled me into yet another mind-shattering kiss. “Charlotte is going to wonder where we are,” I said with a giggle as the sun continued her climb. “Let her worry for a moment,” Bastian whispered, his lips going to my throat. I moaned softly as he nipped the delicate flesh. I was t

*** The chauffeur matched the breaks the very moment he pulled into the massive garage of Xavier Le Premiere square. “Here we go, pussies”. He said and wore a pussy mask. He, too, was in for the party. “Come get the door, dick”. Laura said in response, sparking a sort of confusion in my unseen mind. How could a chauffeur call his passenger such weird name, pussy? He alighted and got the door for us, and we alighted, but while I made for the massive ground, Laura stayed back and stole a couple of kisses from the man, before coming after me.

The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching As long as you bring something someone else has been missing. Ah, but I digress… This one should let you rest. Just sit back, enjoy the bliss You will experience Here at the inn called Chocolate Kiss!

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

(TODD’S POV) The world shrank to the softness of her lips. Every worry—Mum’s fury, Leslie’s venom, the wrecked lunch—melted away under the simple, seismic fact that Rory Davis was kissing me back with such intensity. Her hands, which had been clenched in her lap, came up to tentatively grip the fabric of my jacket. It was that small gesture, that proof of her choice, that undid me completely. I gentled the kiss, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her eyes were still closed, her dark lashes fanning against cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful pink. Her lips were parted, glistening in the low light from the court’s lamps. She looked dazed, enchanted.

Before we left, he swallowed his daily dose of vitamins, which I had secretly swapped out. I had deliberately delayed him by taking my time changing clothes and putting on makeup. Marigold, on her end, kept pressuring Chester to hurry up since the banquet was about to begin. Moments later, I was finally ready, and we set off. But as soon as we got on the highway, I noticed Chester starting to nod off. Pretending to be annoyed, I complained that he had rushed me too much, and I'd forgotten the gift I had prepared for Florence. I then insisted we go back to get it.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.